I sat in a bright room, built with cinder blocks painted a harsh white that stung to look at. There were no windows, besides a large mirror that stretched across the wall opposite of me.

There was one metal chair in the center of the room, which I was sitting on.

I had no recollection of how I got here…but I did remember the actions that very well led me here, in this prison of sorts.

It was an early morning, I was in the fields gathering beans for mother to make for dinner. I was foolish, using my gift, but I did anyways. I accessed my magic of light, perking up the dry, wilted bean plants.

I heard a rustle of leaves and turned to find a group of men with the infamous Commander Caspian. They had found me, a magic-wielder, which is highly illegal.

Commander Caspian, no older than I, stalked close to me with a winning smile on his face.

“Magic-wielders are illegal,” he said.

And then I woke in the prison.

I stared at the mirror, trying to peer through the glass. I know they’re watching me, assessing what I’ll do. But I won’t give them that satisfaction.

I tried wielding my light, but my access to my power was blocked from a serum they gave me.

I was powerless and trapped.

But I would not give up escaping.

I looked in the mirror.

“I know you’re watching me,” I said, my words laced with rage.

Silence answered me.

Fine.

“Are you guys too scared to talk?” I asked.

Silence.

“I’ll take that as a yes.” I smirked.

“We are not scared of a foolish girl,” a deep voice announced in response.

I smiled wider.

Suddenly a door opened and Caspian strided in, lethalness clear on his face.

“Evalin Starre, how long have you been hiding your magic?” Caspian asked.

“As long as I’ve had it,” I responded.

“So since birth?”

“Obviously.”

He paced back and forth, asking me questions of how damaging or regenerative my power was.

“I don’t see how any of these questions matter when you’re going to lock me up anyways,” I said, my voice flat.

“Oh no, we aren’t locking you up, Evalin. You see, your power is very valuable…and limitless,” Caspian explained.

“So I’ll be your weapon.”

“Precisely.” He smiled.

I shook my head in anger. “And I have no choice?”

“I didn’t,” Caspian replied.

Suddenly shadows appeared, swirling and swishing around the room.

Caspian was a magic-wielder. A weapon.

And I was to become that.